Dixie Cups

Sunday night around here, now that it’s September, means forgetting that I had to do laundry for tomorrow …. dammit! Hold that thought ….

And we’re back.

So, Sunday nights are full of cutting up veggies and fruits in preparation for lunch time snacks; doing a load or two of laundry; squeezing in a short work out while dinner is in the oven; procrastinating lesson planning and / or watching a video on pre-history for class tomorrow …

And, lately, trying to figure out why my children feel the need, nay, the burning desire, even the compulsion, to rummage through the bathroom cupboard in search for Dixie cups.

Apparently, there is a great need to have the tallest stack of Dixie cups possible on their bathroom counter at all times. And usually, if they are quiet enough and work quickly enough before I hear them and march upstairs to tell them to go back to bed, they have been organized.

Tonight, it stopped at a stack. A pretty tall stack. The other night, there were cups filled with water for each child for each day of the week. Yet another night, all the hippo cups were in a stack, the zebra cups in a stack, the monkey cups in a stack … and there were some beside the garbage because the animal on those cups were deemed not good enough to grace the counter with their presence.

I mean, they’re trying to be helpful. And it’s hilarious, seeing how OCD they can both be (no clue where they get it from though 😐 ). Tonight, it was little Peanut hard at work, her little bum crack showing out of her too-small PJ pants (which I’m going to have to smuggle out of the laundry rotation and pack away), and “Rapunzel” length hair hanging in her face, while she worked by night-light. I suggested that if she really needs to help mommy with the cups, that maybe sometime before bed would be better. “Otay mommy.”

I don’t really pretend to understand. But, there is a leaning tower of Dixie cups, ready and waiting. Until another night…..